best indian restaurant in durham, nc

best indian restaurant in durham, nc

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Welcome to Sitar Indian cuisine this is recognized traditional restaurant in this including appetizer menu food recipes biryani ,spicy butter chicken masala curry's in this areas like: university Durham, NC, Chapel Hill, Cary, Hope Valley Run, Red Oak Swift Ave, Wyeth Ave, Mary Dell, Blands etc for more info: 919-593-1162\919-608-0669. Enjoy live sitar and table every and Saturday night: When you're hungry and felling the need for the best Indian cuisine in the triangle area look no further than sitar! We a offer the flavor you want at the price you re for and the best customer service that will keep you coming back again. Our specialty is authentic Indian cuisine and we pride ourselves in preparing your Neal to your taste. In addition please ask us about our catering service and banquet facilities. Stop in for our daily lunch buffet 7 days a week!
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